Lessons From Deanna.

A little over a month ago, I lost a friend very dear to me. This post isn't going to focus on the pain I felt [and still feel] as a result of her death, but instead it will focus on the lessons she taught me.

Deanna lived unapologetically.

She was herself [her goofy, loving, God-fearing self] 100% of the time. She always managed to make me smile. Even though the last time we saw each other was the first time in about seven years, it seemed like no time had passed at all.

" I want to hear about everything that's happened in your life since 2007...go!"

...And we sat there...at a table in Chevy's spilling our hearts out to one another over Mexican food and margaritas. We talked about failed relationships, and how happy we were with our current ones; we talked about how much we both hated running, but did it anyway because we wanted to look good well into our 70s. I knew then that God had placed us in each others lives for a reason. That we were soul sisters. And that I would love that girl forever.

Deanna encouraged me in my journey to form a stronger relationship with God. She posted Bible verses regularly. She prayed for me. She never judged.

Her funeral was standing room only.

I was amazed at how many people truly loved and cherished their time with her. Someone even remarked, "Deanna had a billion best friends!" And she did. She had a special way of making every single person that she came into contact with feel as if they meant the world to her. Im pretty sure she had the biggest heart in the universe.

Deanna and I didn't have many mutual friends. But when I met her inner circle for the first time [at a 4th of July bbq at her apartment] a few short days before her passing, they embraced me. It felt as if we'd known each other forever. And I thought to myself...wow...an entire group of people just like Deanna!

I know we all hear the phrase, "You are who you surround yourself with," but I'd never actually witnessed it until this moment. Deanna taught me to keep my circle strong. To form relationships with people who will inspire me. People who will pray with and for me. People who will drive 2-3 hours just to see me and attend a small bbq. People who will make me want to be a better me. People I can both teach, and learn from.

She taught me that it's okay to have a billion friends. Of course quality> quantity, but because of her, I will not place limits on my love or friendship. There's more than enough room in my life for quality friends. Adversely, there is absolutely no room in my life for not-so-great friends. There are way too many people in this world for me to settle for crappy friends.

Deanna taught me that it's okay to share whats on your heart. You never know how your testimony will affect someone else. Share your joy, your heartaches, your accomplishments, your struggles...share your love.

Deanna taught me to go big or go home. Our days here on the Earth are numbered. What legacy will you leave behind? Will you have accomplished all of the things that you wanted you? If any of you are like me, you have a habit of saying, "...I'll start tomorrow." This way of thinking is so toxic. If you can start now, do it! Don't let fear drive you. Chase your dreams with all of your heart and soul...today.

Finally, Deanna taught me the true meaning of, "people are placed in your life for a reason, a season, or for a lifetime." I met a girl on twitter probably a year or so ago. We bonded over our blogs and quickly connected. Maybe I knew that she was Deanna's friend at that time, but it was a fleeting thought...the origin of our connection was completely lost to me. When Deanna passed, I saw it on twitter. A tweet sent by my blog-sister-friend. She sent me her number immediately and became an instant source of comfort.

She held my hand at the burial. Her on one side, my boyfriend on the other. Im forever grateful for her support. Her guidance. Her love.

In the midst of losing one sister, God sent me another.

Looking back, God [with the help of Deanna] placed us in one another's lives for a reason. He did so over a year ago, with this exact moment in mind. The entire time, he ordered our steps and allowed us to find one another. He knew I would need her soon, and vice versa.

Thank you so much, Deanna. I know you didn't realize that you were doing all of this for me at the time, but I am forever grateful. I carry you in my heart, my hopes, my dreams...always and forever. I love you my Twinny.

Evolution.

I turned 25 on Sunday.

...and honestly...it was the best birthday ever. I just finished my first year of grad school (and I'm pretty sure I got straight A's). My boyfriend and closest friends threw me the sweetest surprise party (complete with Patron cupcakes). I got a fitbit (currently obsessed). Overall life is pretty awesome right now. 25 is going to be a great year.

But as I enter a new chapter in my life, a new quarter century, I can't help but reflect on the last. There's one thing that stands out to me as being completely different at 25 than it was at 24. My inner circle.

After college, I tried desperately to maintain friendships that were near and dear to my heart. I'd text, call, send smoke signals, whatever. Anything to save the friendship from dying. It took me a long time to realize that I was fighting to save relationships with people who weren't willing to do the same for me.

At first...this hurt. A lot.

Then I realized that people change. We outgrow one another. We find ourselves, and lose others along the way. We grow up.

This year I noticed these changes in the ways people wished me a happy birthday. Some people who used to call, simply wrote me on Facebook. Friends who used to celebrate with me, ignored my brunch invite. Etc. Etc. Etc.

I'm not hurt anymore.

I realize that more than likely this isn't personal. Although I'm sad to say goodbye to friendships that at one point meant the world to me...Im excited to make new friends. To grow closer to the ones who are still around. To experience everything this new 25+ life has to offer. Im ready to keep growing into the woman that I'm meant to be.

I'm choosing to live in the now. To enjoy every single moment that I'm blessed with, with the people who currently love me the most. I will forever be grateful for the things these past friends have taught me. And I'll probably always consider them friends. Who knows? Our paths may indeed cross again one day. If you can grow apart, you can surely grow together...right?

Im Ready.

Tomorrow is my big move from NY to Baltimore.

For months I've anticipated this. As soon as I got my grad school acceptance letter my mom and I went crazy buying things for my apartment. I was sooo excited! Not only did I get to move out of my parents house and finally start my adult life...but I was actually really amped to get into public health... and I would be closer to my boyfriend!

Last saturday I realized that I had exactly one week until move in day. And I freaked out. Seriously...I was suddenly so sad. I realized that this would probably be the last time I'd ever live in the house I grew up in for an extended period of time. I mean...I went to college all the way in Virginia, so I'm used to being away...but this just felt way more...permanent. Being an adult scares me. Honestly, I don't really feel grown. How come no one told me that 24 feels like 18 [but with wayyyy more freedom] lol?! I was also nervous about the way my move would change my relationship. I've never been the kind of girl that is attached by the hip to my boyfriend. I like my space. But I've also never been in a serious non-long-distance relationship (yes I just made that up) as an adult. I know from watching my friends that in typical non-long-distance relationships couples are together quite a bit and they seem to enjoy it. What if I don't adapt? Will we just fall into a routine naturally? Will I grow to want to spend all of my free time with my boyfriend?

I can't say for sure...but I think that my fears are normal [please tell me they are lol]. Today, on the eve of my move...I can say that I'm excited again. Im ready to go and live my life. Im ready for new experiences. Im ready to be a young woman exploring a big city [that isnt New York]. Im ready to find myself. Im ready to grow.

Now we'll see how I feel about this when my parents leave and I'm left in my apartment alone twiddling my thumbs lol...but for now...I'm ready.

10 Months.

My life from September to Now:

-I'm still with my wonderful boyfriend. [and yes...he's still wonderful]

-Having a long distance relationship has been challenging...but I am happy to announce that it won't be long distance for much longer!

-I've become somewhat of a human rights activist.

-I've gone on a completely different path career wise...and I couldn't be happier about my decision.

-I've become very health conscious.

-As of August I will be moving to Baltimore, Maryland.

-I will be going to grad school to study Public Health. My concentration is Community and Population Health.

-I still work two jobs.

-I've vowed to never work retail again after I move.

-This year I've traveled to Puerto Rico and Miami.

-I've become very open with my opinions. No more Mrs. Shy Girl ;-)

-My hair has been natural for over 2 years now. And it is thriving.


And yea...10 months in a nutshell. Ill be elaborating on these posts little by little. Wonder which one I should tackle first. Hmmmmm....

Buckle Up.

No...you haven't seen a ghost.

For months I've been contemplating the direction that I want my blog to take. Writing was so easy when I was going through hard times. But now that things are good? Not so much. It took me almost a year to realize that it's okay to be happy. To not have some heart wrenching story to tell. It seems I had lost sight of why I started this blog in the first place...for me.

For now this blog will simply be a day by day account of my life. Sometimes it may be boring. Sometimes funny. Sometimes happy, sad, exciting, WHATEVER. This blog will be about me :-).

I'd definitely like to incorporate vlogs. And I definitely want this blog to be a true representation of my 24 year old self. 23 was such an amazing year for me; Im really sad that I didn't document it better.

I'm going to do a separate post about whats been going on in my life since the last time you guys heard from me (September 2012).

I'm excited for this new journey and I hope you all are excited for the ride!

A Wish, A Hope, A Thought.

"sometimes you pray by accident. a wish, a hope. a thought."- The White Woman on the Green Bicycle

Last year one of my New Year's resolutions was to pray daily. I've always had a relationship with God, but once I went to college it sort of dwindled. Being a hard headed teenager, I thought I could figure things out by myself. I mean seriously...how could God help me ace that ridiculous organic chemistry test? How could He heal my broken heart? What does HE know about boys?

Dont get me wrong. I definitely acknowledged all of the great things that He did for me, but I felt like when it came to making things happen in my life I was on my own. It was my responsibility to figure things out....alone.

I'd find myself praying if and only if shit hit the fan. And I'd be angry. "Im a GOOD person, I have a GOOD heart!!! Why God? Why are you letting this happen to me?!"

Then it hit me...I needed to not only put my trust in God, but I needed to let Him know that I trusted Him. I needed to thank Him for the things that He did for me daily, and to pray for the things I wanted to accomplish in the future. I needed to stop living the 'woe is me' lifestyle and take charge of my life. I needed to be proactive.

The day that I began actively praying was the best day of my life. Im happier than I've ever been. I've stopped sweating the little things. I now count my blessings and not my misfortunes. I realize that everything happens for a reason and that what God has in store for me is amazingly worthwhile. The road to my destiny may not be easy, but I now know that every single thing that happens to me on it is designed to make my victory sweeter. Nothing is by chance.

This year when I sat down to make my New Year's resolution, I couldn't really come up with anything profound. Although there are a ton of little things that I need to work on, I don't think any can match my decision to strengthen my relationship with God. This relationship has encouraged me to better myself daily. Life is easier now. Im growing, living, laughing, and loving. Im all smiles.

Happy New Year everyone!! What has been your most life changing NYR?

"I don’t regret my past; I just regret the time I’ve wasted with the wrong people.”

Rule #1

So today a new show called Awkward premiered on MTV. I freakin love it! It reminded me of Juno a little. But anyway, the show is about a teenage girl who has a huge accident that everyone mistakes as a suicide. Prior to her accident someone sent her an anonymous letter basically explaining why she sucks at life and a list of things she can do to fix her suckiness. I decided that Im going to blog along with her list each week, so here goes!

Rule #1 Stop being such a pussy.

This is by far the hardest lesson that Ive had to learn in life. Im always putting the feelings of others before my own and a lot of the time it ends up horribly for me. My mother always told me that I was going to grow up and let people walk all over me if I didnt develop some sort of backbone. As a teenager I took this advice as her just being a bitch [dont judge me, you know teen girls ALWAYS have mommy issues lol]. But now as a young adult I realize that she is absolutely 100% right about this. This realization was actually the inspiration for my blog back in 2009!

After a lifetime of being a sweet, loving, girl, I found myself thrown into an environment (college) where not everyone had my best interests at heart. I was devastated upon finding out that in the real world: nice girls do finish last.

This is a constant struggle for me. I dont like being a bitch. I dont like hurting people's feelings. I dont like always putting myself first. But it is absolutely necessary at this point in my life. If Jazmyn doesnt look out for Jazmyn, who else will? I know that I will always have my back...I could never disappoint myself.

Not being a pussy has been good for me. Im more confident. I cry a lot less. I smile a lot more. Im done feeling degraded by people who try to put me down. I will not tolerate it anymore.

Im happy.

To Whom it may Concern:

You wont talk to me, and there is no other way for me to get this off my chest. Ive been combing through each and every detail of our relationship lately...trying to figure out where things went wrong. Ive come to the conclusion that my only mistake was falling in love with a boy who wasn't ready to be in love. And yours-- falling in love with a girl who loves you unconditionally.
You see, I fell head over heels for you. I gave you my all...let you touch my spirit. You felt [and still feel] this way about me also, that's undeniable. But...it scared you. We were too young, too in love, too everything to ever possibly work. Neither one of us had had the opportunity to experience life. To date other people, to potentially fall "in love" with another before we found each other. So here we were, two kids, madly in love. You wanting to turn back time out of fear, and me ready to spend my life with you. Loving you unconditionally.
I don't think this was preventable really. We were drawn to each other. I felt my souls completion with you. Not that I was incomplete before...but I just felt content. Unstoppable even. Through everything, this feeling is the one thing that remains constant. Unconditional.
Finally your fear got the best of you. Your fear combined with your "friends." You became a follower. You let other peoples views about us control your thoughts. You let them creep into your heart. And you hurt me. Purposefully. Over and over. You said things to me I could have never envisioned coming out of your mouth. How could those words form on your tongue?! The tongue that spoke the words "I Love You," just sentences before. You treated me like a whore to impress your friends. You lied. You did all of the things you promised never to do. Yet still...I love[d] you.
See I know the real you. I know your weaknesses, your insecurities, your fears. And I know our love is real. I feel it in your touch, your kiss, your smile. I hear it in your jokes, your laugh. I see it in the way you look at me.
Fast forward to my last visit (during one of our good periods). Your brothers informed me that you loved me deeply. "You know how he is. He acts like he doesn't care about anything...but he does. That boy loves the shit out of you Jaz. Don't tell him I told you." Things I already knew. I stopped pressing "us" on you long ago. I realized that when you were ready, things would happen the way they were supposed to. You were the one initiating the hand holding. The kisses. The loving stares. It was you. And I loved every moment of it.
Still I stayed in my lane. We weren't together so I had no expectations for you. I only took what you were willing to give. No more, no less. You were my best friend. I was just happy you were willing to share a small part of yourself with me once again.
Then my accident. You didn't call to check up on me. I made excuses for you, "midterms are coming up!" I avoided peoples questions and suspicions regarding your obvious absence. You weren't there when I was worried about not being the same ever again. To get me through my flashbacks. To tell me everything would be ok. That hurt.
I decided I was going to talk to you about it when I saw you a few weeks later. I was tired of having to walk on eggshells around you out of fear that you would retreat back into your shell and we would be back at square one once again. You are famous for that you know? But opportunities came and opportunities went. You were retreating back to your old ways all on your own and I was too afraid to do anything that would completely push you over the edge. I held my tongue and enjoyed your presence.
Before we said goodbye I could tell things weren't normal. At least whatever normal was for us at that point in time. I left...and that's the last I heard of you. I texted, I called. Maybe his phone is acting up. I facebook messaged, I skyped. No....he's just ignoring me. Once again.
I am 100% positive that you do these things because you know you can. You know I can never leave things completely alone. Do you find joy in that? Does it make you feel wanted? My theory is that you think I want more from you then I actually do. Just because we are on good terms does not mean we will be the way we once were. I know that. I'm content living life one day at a time. I'm happy just enjoying your presence. You think I want so much from you, and once again, you run away scared. After all we've been through, after all these years, you'd think you would be able to verbalize your concerns to me. It hurts to know that you still don't trust or respect me enough to do that. To speak whats on your mind. Are you not grown up enough to say whats on your heart?
Even if we were never to be together romantically, I value you enough to want to maintain our friendship. I love you enough to want to see you happy. But you wont even talk to me. Were grown now. Open your mouth and speak. Even if its just to say, "I don't want to talk to you ever again." You at least owe me that much.
I know you aren't a bad person, even though you've built up this persona to make it seem like you are. Very brilliant really, coming off as the villain so that you never have to address your feelings. But I know the real you. You cant fool me. You missed my graduation. You didn't even call on my birthday. You've let the projection you've created of yourself consume you.
I need closure at least. This seems like the closest I am going to get to it. Selfish boy.
Still my dumb ass loves you....unconditionally.

Sincerely,
Me.

Living For The Weekend.

My little brother experienced his first heartbreak last week. He didnt say much about it (i found out through facebook lol) but i can tell he was upset. His first high school love.


Its funny how things seem so devastating in high school. A break up seems like the end of the world. That is....until a real life, grown up heartbreak slaps you in the face. I thought I found love in high school, I really did. Then I fell in love for real. Its crazy how your emotions mature in a few short years. The things that were oh so important back then, just dont matter anymore. You have a whole new set of wants, needs, and desires. I think the difference is...when youre grown, you are living for a goal [your purpose]. You know what you want out of life for the most part, and you begin to think of ways to make those things happen. In high school...youre living for the weekend really. "Living for the weekend" in the sense that the only things that truly matter are your friends, this party, that test, this vacation, etc. You arent thinking longterm in high school....at least I wasnt.


Things are so much easier in high school. There arent as many disappointments...because you havent really set many expectations [goals].


Sometimes I miss the days when I was simply "Living for the weekend." Although it didnt seem like it at the time, things were so much easier then; but mostly I appreciate the growth Im experiencing living for my purpose.

"Imagine me

Loving what I see when the mirror looks at me cause I..

..I imagine me

In a place of no insecurities

And I'm finally happy cause

I imagine me

Letting go of all of the ones who hurt me

Cause they never did deserve me

Can you imagine me?

Saying no to thoughts that try to control me

Remembering all you told me

Lord, can you imagine me?...

Imagine me, being free, trusting you totally

finally I can...

Imagine me

I admit it was hard to see

You being in love with someone like me

But finally I can...

Imagine me

Being strong

And not letting people break me down

You won't get that joy this time around.

Can you imagine me?

In a world where nobody has to live afraid

Because of your love fears gone away

Can you imagine me?"

-Kirk Franklin

Life Lessons

Sometimes you learn life lessons in the most unexpected ways.

Let me start by sharing that i am somewhat of a performer. I have about 11 years of tap, jazz, ballet, and african dance lessons under my belt. As well as 4 years of cheerleading and about 6 years of stepping. I basically grew up on the stage lol.

During all of the sweat, blood, tears, and COUNTLESS hours of practice, i had no clue that i was learning so much more than how to throw the perfect basket toss or how to master a crisp, clear time step.

it wasnt until recently that i realized i had been learning little lessons that will stay with me for life.

1) If you dont perform at your best each and every time you practice...you WILL lose your spot. Performing taught me that there is always someone ready, willing, and capable of taking your spot. Nothing in life is guaranteed to anyone.

2) Hard work beats talent when talent doesnt work hard enough. In life, there will always be someone who is better than you. At least thats the case 9 times out of 10. The only way to set yourself apart from the rest is to exhibit your drive and determination. How badly do you really want this? Work hard enough and you will find yourself front row center!!

****dont forget life lesson number one though! no position is permanent!

3) Hold your head up high. Whenever she caught someone dancing with their eyes to the floor my dance instructor would say, 'Are you dirt???' (No Ms. Vanessa) 'Then why are you associating yourself with dirt??? Thats what's on the floor right???' Not making eye contact with people is a sign of insecurity, a sign of weakness. Even if you are doubting yourself, SMILE. Be animated, stand tall. I bet you no one (but you lol) will notice your butterflies.

4) You dont always get what you deserve. Sometimes you will fail regardless of how much effort you put into a task. And thats ok. Failure is what gives one the strength to master life lessons 1-3. Life isnt fair and you shouldnt expect it to be.

Who knew that performing would have such a lasting impact on my life?? hmm.

Happy.

im happy.

even when things arent going my way...im happy. thats saying alot for me. im so proud of myself for regaining my self control. things havent turned out the way they did in the past....but im ok with that. im young...and i have total and complete faith that what is meant to be will be.

i do believe that things will work out a certain way...i feel it in my heart. but if they dont...i will be ok. i know that you cant always be with your soulmate (although it is ideal). and i know that my love for him will never change (its unconditional).

i am head over heels in love with MYSELF and thats the most important thing.

...i know i will always be there for me.

its a wonderful feeling really. i feel like ive finally found myself...like ive finally grown into the miraculous woman i was destined to be.

sweet.

The Art of Self Control.

i need to work on exercising self control. its hard for me...im a taurus...it goes against everything we stand for! i cant help but be persistent. im determined to get what i want. smh.

i mastered the art of self control once...or at least i thought i did. i remained passive in certain instances even though i was dying to actively achieve my goal. i held my tongue and timed each move out perfectly. i made a plan and stuck to it. it worked...until i began receiving the positive results id been longing for.

that positive feedback destroyed all of my progress. i got so wrapped up in the feeling of accomplishment that i failed to see my plan all the way through. and now im back at square one.

what drives me is the knowledge that not all hope is lost. that i can and WILL achieve my goal one day...sooner than later depending on how well i go about everything.

ive grown so much the past few years. but this remains my handicap. i have too much drive, too much passion...it becomes overbearing due to my lack of control.

i guess its never too late to start all over...right?

The Wait.

sometimes we get caught up in the future. chasing things that havent occurred.

im sick and tired of it. no matter how fast i run, im still stuck in the present...ill never be able to catch up with the future..ever.

so im trying to live in the now...taking each day one at a time, not worrying about yesterday or tomorrow.

because time will tell everything.

all of the mysteries of today will be unraveled eventually. things will begin to make sense. the vision will get clearer.

im not saying its not hard...but i think im finally okay with waiting (not that i had a choice).

After Winter, Must Come Spring

this week has been surprisingly wonderful.

its much needed after experiencing the hardest week ever last week.

ive been getting such beautiful text messages lately. just little notes saying that im loved and encouraging me to have a great day. i love that! it makes me feel so special...and i really think it makes my day a whole lot brighter.

i also got a 97 on my stats test....WOOOO HOOOO!! i was totally not expecting that. i was SO stressed this weekend because i had 2 tests on monday (stats and organic chem yuckkk). I really wasnt grasping the material like i needed to, and being the over achiever that i am, it drove me crazy. i was so sad smh.

i guess its true when they say 'after winter must come spring.' last week was so dreary...i cried every single day...but it all made me strong enough to do what i need to do this week.

there is a lesson in everything.

last weeks lesson was on patience. it was about trusting God to do whats best for me and to eventually get me where i need to be, no matter how bad things seem at the moment.

im looking forward to the rest of my week being just as fabulous as these first few days have been =]

day 29.

Im Learning.

sometimes it gets hard.

when things in my life get difficult, i look for those encouraging words. i look for someone to guide me. to tell me everythings going to be okay. to offer their advice, even if its not what i want to hear.

sometimes...i look for someone who will simply hold me when i cry. who will let me get it all out. who will listen patiently. who will make things better in the end.

im not used to being all that for myself. im not used to being my own backbone...to wiping my own tears.

but im learning.

im learning that not everyone i encounter in my lifetime will possess these qualities...no matter how badly i want them to.

im learning what it means to be my own bestfriend.

im learning to be independent.

and its hard.

so hard.

day 27.

Live Well, Love Well, Leave Better.

I went to a memorial service today for Theo Smalling, a fellow hamptonian. it was beautiful.

I realized something today. While in college, you dont realize that people have lives at home. You dont realize that the people you encounter on a daily basis have people back home who love and support them. That they are someones son/daughter,cousin,friend, even hero. You dont realize that by simply attending school, by making it thus far, they have made their parents/families overwhemingly proud.

We dont think about that.

The people ive encountered at Hampton University actually had lives before becoming Hamptonians. WOW. And the majority of them will have lives after they leave HU. WOW.

And then i realized. We dont REALLY know one another. You have no clue what someone has gone through in the past. You dont know their aspirations for the future. All you know is now.

The things you do now have the potential to create lasting impressions. You can change someones life after a 5 minute encounter. You can unknowingly make someone smile everyday. People can fall in love with your now, and may carry that moment into forever.

Each and everyday, you should live to your full potential. Think to yourself, if today was my last...would my family be proud of the person ive become? Would they be proud of both the then and the now?

*Would I be proud of myself?*

Theo's basketball coach said something that i think i will carry with me forever. Something I wish to pass on to my own children, and to anyone who will listen. Live well, love well, and leave better.

Whatever you choose to do in your life, make sure you leave this world better than it was when you got here.

Up Up and Away

things can only go up from here, right?

right.

**day nine was a struggle. but im so good (destinys child voice)♥

Like My Daddy

So i had a good talk with my daddy last night..i told him everything.

He didnt quite tell me what i wanted to hear...but i guess thats part of the reason that i love him so much. He doesnt sugarcoat anything.

He told me that from here things can go one of two ways. You could be mad for a while, and then hit me up when youre ready...or you could get over me.

ouch.

He told me that it would be hard to understand because im a woman...and hes right. I cant imagine being so in love with someone, that i would give it all up over something so minuscule. How could i walk away from something that i know in my heart is right, all over some bullshit?

He said that its not like that with men (especially the young ones)...they have the 'if she leaves, let her go' mentality.

But sometimes, dont you have to set your pride aside to get something that you love? I know its hard sometimes, but arent you supposed to fight? How could you possibly just walk away so easily?

I dont know..

I do know that i needed that reality check. I know how i feel...and i realize that if its real, things will work themselves out. No need to stress whats already written in the stars right?

..day 8

I love my daddy. (Beyonce- Daddy, on repeat)